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basilone · 5 months ago

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Can I request Benny x Darlene + ⁸⁴⁾ a steamed-up bathroom and cold floorboards, please? 💕

You most certainly can, thank you so much for sending this! 💙 Fair warning for this one, as it is one that packs a whole punch of feelings in it because it's a Benny/Darlene + post-stalag reunion... Also might give a tiny bit away about the state of another pairing in this particular narrative, but the main focus here very much is these two navigating Benny's homecoming.

Darlene shivers when the bedroom’s chill nips at her skin. It hadn’t been this cold when they’d first arrived – the same room they’d had last time when they were at the coast, the same comfortable bed that would get almost too warm in morning – but she supposes anything will feel colder than the steamed-up bathroom she’s just escaped from.

Escaped.

Her stomach twists at the notion. Feels like it’s sinking all the way down to her feet, plummeting abruptly toward the cold wooden floorboards without so much as a by-your-leave. Her hand shoots out before her next step becomes a stumble. She breathes, sharply, in through her nose and out through her mouth, when her fingers lock around the edge of the dresser beside the door.

Escaped is what the brass had said about Lot and Major Cleven, already back on base before all the rest of them had finally been brought home. Escaped, which Darlene supposes sounds like a prize you can win except for the part where she’s seen Lot’s hand shoot out simply to anchor Major Cleven’s trembling fist. Except for the part where they only sleep when lying together in the belly of their plane, but never in their separate bunks at night. She has seen Major Cleven’s body rest between Lot and everything else, as though their prison had created more shield than man out of him, and Lot’s eyes had followed Darlene’s every move through the plane with all the air of an animal that is not used to freedom.

She’s seen the same look in Ben’s eyes tonight.

Escaped wasn’t what they’d said about him. Liberated had been the term – the news, the joy, the pride – when they’d told her he was coming back to England.

Darlene scoffs to herself as she opens the dresser. She supposes it’s only apt to speak of liberation when you are sitting in some office back home, on some plush chair in the United States, ready to tell the people and the President that the boys are coming home. It’s a word to use in newspaper articles all right, becoming harder to stomach with every byline. Her own tummy roils at the thought of someone else telling her that Ben’s free. Liberated. She’s gonna damn well take a swing at the next fella proclaiming that sort of nonsense.

Her hands lock around the softest towel she can find. It’s softer than her hands, which are calloused and worn. Softer than the bedsheets, even, but Ben had met even those with a wonder he hadn’t…

Her fists tighten around the towel. Darlene swallows back the noise that threatens to claw out of her throat. Bites her tongue to stop it from rising again – halt that fucking wail, that horror of grief – and exhales past her teeth. Brings the towel up to her cheek to halt her lone tear in its tracks before it can multiply.

It’s not the place for tears. Not yet. She scrapes her throat. Blinks at herself in the mirror until her eyes stop blurring her freckles and the white lace of her top. Hold it the fuck together, Dar, she almost says out loud, except he’s in the warm bathroom next door and the walls here are too thin. She’s been telling herself she’ll cry later. Has been digging half-moon reminders of it into the palms of her hands since Lot’d come home and whispered a sorry into Darlene’s collar that had somehow managed to sound like an apology for all the goddamn hurt she’d caused. Has been biting it back since her arms had first locked around Benny – around what them damn Nazis had left of him, all bone and cold – and he’d been wet-cheeked enough for both of them already.

She exhales again. Clicks the dresser shut. Swings the door to the bathroom back open before the tears hit after all, welcoming its heat even though it’s gonna make her hair curl and frizz up to stay in it for long.

“Got ya a nice towel,” she announces needlessly, holding it aloft before dropping it onto the small stool beside the tub. “Knew I’d seen it somewhere in that damn dresser, hidin’ behind all them scratchier towels they want ya to use first.”

“You’re messing with their hotel business plan,” he replies, gaze gliding past the towel and straight back to her face. His mouth quirks a little, as if to signify how broadly he would’ve smiled about teasing her some months ago. “They’re going to make you pay extra for using that one.”

“I’d like to see ’em try,” snorts Darlene, vastly accustomed to all the ways in which people try and scam you out of having a good time. “Didn’t work last time we were here”– when they’d used towels like those for means other than a bath, which still brings color to her cheeks if she dwells on it too long –“and it sure as hell ain’t gon’ work on me now. They should be thankin’ us for comin’ back at all, given the damn sorry state of them pillows.”

Ben’s eyes are still soft when he looks at her. Impossibly soft, with some gentle twinkle of humor locked in them after all this time. He looks at her like he still recognizes her, from the top of her head where she’s piled most of her curls right down to her hands which are drawing small circles of comfort onto his skin. Like he still knows how to map every freckle on her skin – she’s seen his eyes follow familiar patterns, lips moving slightly as though the memory of kissing them is coming back to him the longer he looks at her – and like he remembers every detail of her eyes.

His hand is at her elbow, thumbing its crease. He doesn’t reply to her anymore, already drifting again amid the heat of the water and the touch of her fingertips. She scoots closer, as close as she can get without getting in the tub herself, and presses a close-mouthed kiss to the boniest part of his shoulder. Hears the soft rattle of his exhale. Hears the sniffle that follows it, with her lips still ghosting over his skin, with one of her stray curls tickling his collarbone, and silently blames the steam of the bathroom for misting over her own eyes.

“It’s all right,” she murmurs, summoning her last remaining vestiges what George had called bravery and what she’d dubbed foolishness. “Ben, it’s okay”– it’s not, it’s really not, but what the hell else is she gonna tell him? –“it’s all right, hey,” she hushes, leaning over to kiss the tear that’s slipping down his cheek away, “you’re here with me, all right? You’re home with me. We’re in that hotel ya dragged me to on our first weekend pass, that real long one ya’d wrangled without me even knowin’ it.” She smiles at the memory. Lets her smile rest against his cheek before kissing him again. “Thought it’d do us some good here. Ain’t nobody gon’ clock us getting into the same bed here. No write-ups happenin’. Just you an’ me.”

“Not…”

“Yeah?”

“Not a whole lot of use you’re getting,” he murmurs. “Not with… With this. Me.”

Darlene leans back just so she can fix him with the most beady-eyed stare she can muster. “You’re here, ain’t ya,” she deadpans, not even bothering to make it sound like a question. “I’m gon’ be the judge of use, Ben, Jesus Christ. Bein’ here with ya? Having…” She swallows, blinking, and almost curses as she sees the drip-drop of her own tears in his bathwater. “Having you back? Alive? Bein’ able ta�� Goddamn it,” she sniffles, rubbing at her cheeks with a trembling hand, “being able ta hold ya? To kiss your cheek, to breathe ya in, to wake up with your arm around my waist? I dreamed about that the whole damn fucking time you was gone, ya hear? The whole goddamn time them Nazi fucks had ya locked up in there, I was thinkin’ about today. About right now, havin’ ya with me.”

“Dar…”

“Don’t talk to me about use, Ben,” she snaps, furiously blinking to stop herself from blubbering about the whole thing. “I ain’t in this relationship with ya just because the sex blows my fuckin’ mind, all right?” She pokes at his chest, unable to bite back a slight grin now that she’s gone and confessed that, and shakes her head as her fingers meet scar tissue that wasn’t there before. “You’re a goddamn idiot, Bernard DeMarco”– she laments, fingertips slipping beneath the water just so she can memorize that new scar –“if ya haven’t realized by now that I fucking love ya, I’d go fight the whole damn world to get to keep ya,” she whispers, hearing him go quieter than ever, “and I’d say yes to marryin’ ya in a heartbeat.”

It takes less than a heartbeat for his lips to find hers in a kiss that makes everything else go silent.

“Darling,” he murmurs, after, voice almost catching on the ache that resides inside it. “Darlene”– he exhales, breath a mere flutter against her cheek –“darling Darlene.” Ben’s lips find that little freckle, high up on her cheekbone, that he’d once proudly proclaimed was his favorite. “I love you too.”

He makes it sound like freedom.

#mota fanfic #bernard demarco #benny demarco #oc: darlene #benny x darlene #basilonefic #they are just sooooo !!!!

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ewingstan · 11 months ago

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So yes the black lessons fight was really good. Wed thematic stuff to action in a really satisfying way, I promise I'll write more about it in a later post. But I've gotten to Darlene's interlude and its startling how much better the action is whenever WB steps away from Victoria.

I mean I was already excited when Juliette froze Sidepiece and Darlene immediately took the opportunity to push her paralyzed body into fire. And then once she got released, screaming in bloody pain, immediately getting pecked at by Aiden's birds. Like I said, its not that the Undersiders don't fight fair, its that they fight dirty—trapped with a dozen highly-powered mercenaries surrounding them, they start acting more terrifying than anything else in this setting.

And then we get to Darlene's fight with Operator Red. Holy shit. No bombastic powerset on display, nothing flashy to draw the minds eye, just a little girl against a skilled adult fighter armed with nothing but the ability to make him feel her pain. The focus on the bodily sensation of both of them, the attacks faltering with jolts of pain, it all just sings. If nothing else, the fight has made me a bit less nervous about Claw, as WB's demonstrated that he can make action with relatively non-fantastical combatants work.

But the fantastical stuff is used really well; Darlene being able to feel Red's movements even while she's blinded, using it to predict his attacks and know when he's about to falter, makes her defeating a combat thinker feel earned instead of contrived. And her willingness to injure herself, to reach into her own wounds to make him stumble, works so well for a Heartbreaker. @lakesbian once talked about how if Alec was in a real physical fight he wouldn't start stancing up or throwing punches, he'd either swing the nearest heavy object at your head or start clawing at your eyes. Its this fight more than anything else that sold me as Darlene being Alec's sister.

Again, its not like WB can't write good action with Victoria. But it's like he has to strain every writing muscle he has to make her fights interesting. Writing Victoria as his main POV in action scenes feels like he's wearing weighed anklets while running in the sand, everytime he writes action with someone else he's soaring.

[id: “I’m Heartbreaker’s kid,” she said. “I’m not as powerful, but I’m better, because he was horrible. You shouldn’t have fought me. That was stupid.” end id]

#wardblr #leo reads ward #darlene vasil #wildbow #parahumans #leo says

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604to647 · 8 months ago

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Last Line Tag Game

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Thank you for the tag @nerdieforpedro 😘

If anyone read the latest chapter of Safest with You, then you'll understand why I'm too scared to write Ch. 19 🫣🫣, so here are the last lines I've written for two (2!) The Rockford Portfolio one-shots:

Darlene, seasoned pro at the world’s oldest profession and one of Detective Tim Rockford’s longest standing and most trustworthy informants, gives him a withering stare, “I think I can remember where I gave the guy a blow job, Timothy.”

Well, that’s it, thinks Tim, miserably. You’re probably halfway out the bathroom window by now. That or messaging your friends to plan some kind of exit strategy 'emergency' text that you’ll deploy when you return to the table. Disappointment and defeat claw at his chest.

NPT: @milla-frenchy @jeewrites @inept-the-magnificent @aurorawritestoescape and anyone else who wants to share! Happy weekend, everyone! 😘

#wip tag game #wip #tim rockford #tim rockford fic #tim rockford fanfiction

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eldritchpersonality · 6 months ago

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CONTINUED. // @arcanescholxr 🔮

Now, it may have seemed like a spur of the moment action but Darlene had been meticulously planning every detail for weeks. Part of her current way of life involved taking in magic beings, entities, and even monsters that were shunned by society or in hiding, due to the fact that not all humans could fathom such beings existing and would often turn violent out of fear if confronted by one.

It wasn’t all out of the goodness of her heart, though. Even though she saw a piece of herself in each and every unique otherworldly being or magic user, it also aided her in a cause she didn’t make so clear to them. Eradicating human life. She would pick them up when they were at their lowest and build them up to her own liking, twisting their world view until she was the only reason they were pushing forward. She was everything.

In this case, she felt as though this poor witch was brainwashed… just like she was all those years ago. Taking on the role as the rescuer and working herself to the point of exhaustion just to make the world she lived in a safer place for them. The very people who made her feel like dirt, who made her regret her existence, making her think she was some sort of abomination… even though so much time had passed since then, her grudge never died. The stigma surrounding magic was still very much alive though far from prevalent. Still, they had to understand their place.

Just in case he happened to be home, she uses a magic veil to make herself invisible in plain sight and though she anticipates him sensing her magic—she takes the risk. Luckily for her, no one’s even home! Save for a rat scampering about that she almost immediately assumes in a familiar so she casts a sleeping spell on the poor thing to keep it quiet. Then, she hides.

Darlene hides in the shadows, cloaking her form with her invisible veil as Dwight enters his apartment. She watches as he calls out, her ear twitching slightly upon hearing a familiar name that she brushes off quickly. It was a common nickname after all and that man was long dead, she was sure of it. She waits patiently in the same spot, unmoving, as Dwight’s paranoia seems to die off. Exactly what she was hoping for.

And when he least expects it, she lunges at him from behind, slapping a hand over his mouth and an arm around his neck. Despite the lack of care in which she handles him, the smile she wears is surprisingly gentle and she leans forward some to speak into his ear. “The less you squirm, the easier this will be,” She tuts.

Despite her size, she’s actually quite strong and maybe that’s because of the magic coursing through her veins. She seems unphased by the clawing at her fingers though scratches from Dwight’s fingernails are certainly present. Two digits move from Dwight’s mouth and poke at his throat which causes a purple glow to emanate from the spot briefly. It’s some sort of spell that renders Dwight temporarily mute!

“So sorry, but I don’t want any interruptions. You may not be able to speak for a little while.” She says simply, smile unwavering. She wraps that arm around Dwight’s neck now, squeezing hard in order to keep him close in her grasp so he can’t scrabble away. If he happens to pass out from lack of oxygen, well, that would make her job much easier, wouldn’t it? Her now free hand waves behind her and seemingly out of thin air, a glowing circular whirring mass appears, starting very small but growing until it’s big enough for the both of them to fit through.

“Please understand, darling. I don’t believe talking is the best way to get through to you.” With that, she yanks Dwight into the portal with her and drops him to the floor, the portal dissipating behind them the moment they enter. She turns to face Dwight, holding a hand up and before he can scramble away or retaliate, with a small swirl of her finger, his wrists are suddenly bound together by an invisible force.

Dwight would find himself in an unfamiliar space with polished wooden floors; the walls bear many shelves full of items that permeate pure magic. Black curtains decorated by purple floral patterns feign off any light from pouring in through the window and off in the corner of the large room is a small pond. The wood of the floor transitions into patches of grass and flowers near the pond, melding beautifully as if it weren’t at all artificial. There’s also a surplus of bookshelves lining the walls of the room, filled the brim with books of all kinds.

#arcanescholxr

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wolfanddragon98 · 1 year ago

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@dreaming-for-an-escape

OH MY GOSH!

This can only mean that Everleigh and Milo will get along so well.

Okay, maybe not in the beginning.

I think he'd be slightly annoyed by her presence when she's still a baby. She'd cry out of the blue, and Milo would just look at Darlene like: "Can't we just return her?"

As she grows older, he's still annoyed, but he'd be so gentle with her. While Milo is not fond of babies he understands that this tiny little human is fragile. So he puts the claws away and endures the baby/toddler stages. XD

Like Everleigh would just start hugging him out of the blue, and he'd be so still with the biggest grumpy face. But hey, that's some strong tolerance I tell you.

And let's be real I think he would find her amusing at times.

She would 100% start crawling earlier just because she wanted to keep up with her cat buddy. <3

@dreaming-for-an-escape

That's totally how I picture Everleigh and Theo's relationship (Ellie and Forty vibes).

He's the only guy she tolerates. XD

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lilyissuswritings2 · 14 days ago

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I wonder who?

Claws and her villainous lover/baby daddy. I fucked up his face makeup a bit, but I wonder if you can guess who it is?

Hint: Drop Zone.

#DC #DC OC #OC art #OC x Canon #Oc x canon art #Batman villain #Darlene Adil #Claws #hero x villain

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erradox · 6 years ago

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Humanoid practice! Also coloring with a tinted background practice. One of these days I’ll actually pull up a real live human to reference but despite that I like how this turned out. You may reply to this with tips and advice!

#Scars tw //#claw marks on head and cheek //#I also want to do more with saturated shadows because I love the look #I'm just really bad at lighting intuition #if that made any sense #I need to do some lighting studies to be able to do that more easily #Also I wanted to tint her hair green to contrast the background but it looked bad because I am bad at colors u_u #When I get more comfortable drawing her you can bet I'll be doing hair style doodle dumps #because she'd change it up every now and then #Turupin #Darlene #Awash #The Default Face

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redacted-metallum · 2 years ago

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Image description: two scans from the 1980 edition of the TSR Advanced Dungeons and Dragons sourcebook Deities and Demigods. The first is of the text accompanying the entry for Hastur, a full transcript of which is under a readmore link. The second is a close-up of the illustration and depicts a lizard like creature covered in tentacles behind a castle. It is considerably larger than the castle and there is a bolt of lightning in the background. The upper right corner has a stylized signature of the letters E and O, indicating that Erol Otus is the illustrator of this particular image.

End image description.

My dad owns a copy of the Deities and Demigods book from before the copyright strike, and I haven’t seen any scans of Hastur from it around tumblr so. Here it is! The whole thing is very influenced by August Derleth’s interpretation of the Cthulhu Mythos, and I have Opinions about that, but this is specifically where the “don’t say Hastur’s name more than four times or he’ll come Get You” thing comes from, which I think is a very neat bit of history and trivia!

One other thing I find interesting is that there is no mention of The King in Yellow (the play) in this section. There is also no mention of the Yellow Sign, Cassilda, or Camilla, though Lake Hali and Carcosa are mentioned as part of an “alien planet”.

The book is credited to James M. Ward and Robert J. Kuntz, and edited by Lawrence Schick.

The illustrations are credited to the following: Jeff Dee, Erol Otus, Eymoth, Darlene Pekul, Paul Jaquays, Jim Roslof, David S. LaForce, David C. Sutherland III, Jeff Lanners, and D. A. Trampier.

Text transcript is as follows:

HASTUR THE UNSPEAKABLE (He Who Must Not Be Named) “Master of the Air” Greater God

ARMOR CLASS: -2 MOVE: 36″/36″ HIT POINTS: 400 NO. OF ATTACKS: 2 DAMAGE/ATTACK: 20-200/20-200 SPECIAL ATTACKS: See below SPECIAL DEFENSES: See below MAGIC RESISTANCE: 50% SIZE: L (600′ TALL) ALIGNMENT: Chaotic evil WORSHIPER’S ALIGN: Chaotic evil SYMBOL: Image of the god PLANE: Prime Material Plane (distant planet) CLERIC/DRUID: Nil FIGHTER: As 16+ HD monster MAGIC-USER/ILLUSIONIST: 23rd level in each THIEF/ASSASSIN: Nil MONK/BARD: Nil PSIONIC ABILITY: I S: 25 (+7. +14) I: 22 W: 23 D: 21 C: 23 CH: -4

This god has a scaled, elongated body, a lizard’s head and maw, and taloned lizard claws. It also has 200 tentacles projecting from its body that give it the ability to sense all things around it. It is able to strike twice per round and also attack magically.

At will, it can teleport anywhere in the Prime Material Plane. Hastur regenerates 5 hit points per melee round, and can summon 2-20 Byakhee to aid it in battle. It cannot be magically controlled. Creatures that are able to fly naturally will never attack Hastur, even if controlled. Any being trying to attack the god must make a saving throw against fear.

Hastur is half-brother to Cthulhu, and like him Hastur has been imprisoned by the star-shaped Elder Sign. He lies in a crypt at the bottom of Lake Hali near the alien city of Carcosa. Hastur exists partly on the Prime Material Plane (and this part is imprisoned in the crypt) and partly on the Elemental Plane of Air (thus he is immune to cold and the vacuum of space). Hastur is never more than partially on the Prime Material Plane and is therefore not completely solid. This accounts for much of his great size.

Any time the name “Hastur” is spoken, there is a 25% chance that Hastur will here and send 1-4 Byakhee to slay the speaker. If the Byakhee are defeated, there is a 25% chance that Hastur himself will appear to destroy the blasphemer.

#cthulhu mythos #hastur #the king in yellow #dnd #carcosa #advanced dungeons and dragons #deities and demigods

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dreaming-for-an-escape · 2 years ago

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That couch has seen some action but the first Jonathan he tries anything with Darlene, Milo springs into action, claws out.

@wolfanddragon98

Jonathan is the grumpy cat and Darlene is the golden retriever in the relationship. Which is funny cause Darlene is more of a cat person but you can’t deny Jonathan is a human version of a grumpy cat.

And it’s even funnier since Milo, Darlene’s cat hates Jonathan. Their personalities are too similar 😂

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op-het-verkeerde-been · 7 years ago

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If anybody want to YELL at me about the most daddy yet softest lesbian on earth, Dom Dipierro? Pls do

#caus im yelling at myself rn #bc a) i want her to raw me until i pass the fuck out #and b) because i love and care for her and want her to succeed and be happy and at peace #ive got my claws in this gay and am not letting go #im 👌🏼 close to becoming a dom fanblog #dom dipierro #mr robot #dominique dipierro #darlene alderson #elliot alderson

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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years ago

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21. "You've caught me at a really bad time." from the prompts please! Congrats on the milestone. You're such a wonderful part of the fandom. 💕

Thank you so much for the wonderful prompt, Anon!!! I hope you enjoy the drabble! 🥰

Prompt 13: “You've caught me at a really bad time.”

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Sam was standing.

Gaping at Bucky.

Which shouldn't be Sam's reaction to Bucky because Bucky was in his usual, gross clothes after coming in from helping Sarah on The Paul & Darlene and Sam was...

Sam was wearing a thong.

Nothing else.

Except for a thong.

An intricate piece for such a tiny thing. There must have been at least eight separate straps holding the thong together, spiderwebbing into an intricate pattern on Sam's hips. They were connected by a deep purple sheer mesh center embroidered with white, tiny flowers - clovenlip toadflaxes.

Sam was holding what looked like the bralette that went with the thong. It looked as if Sam was holding it up to his phone to see what it would look like on him. Possibly to someone on the other end of the line.

There were several collections of lingerie all over his and Sam's living room. On the floor and surfaces and even one on a lamp. A rainbow of colors, fabrics, styles of lingerie.

There was a bottle of wine on the coffee table, one Bucky had bought Sam on a whim because he remembered Sam liking the wine back when Sam had visited him in Florence. Some sort of red. Bucky wasn't sure why he couldn't remember the name of it, the wine was right there. But there was this clawing part of Bucky that was wondering why Sam was drinking it without Bucky.

Which was wrong.

Because Sam didn't have to share it with Bucky.

Sam didn't owe Bucky anything.

"You've caught me at a really bad time," blurted Sam, instant regret for his words all over his face, "No. I - I didn't mean it like that. I. Uh. Aren't you supposed to be working with Sarah today?"

"We finished at the Farmers' Market early," said Bucky as he did everything in his power not to focus on Sam in a thong.

"Wait. Is that Bucky? Is Bucky home?" asked Monica from the phone, "Tell him we say hi, Sam!"

"Oh shit, Bucky Barnes caught you?" asked Yelena also from Bucky's phone, cackling.

"I think we should end the call if Bucky's there," said Wong, as another two people agreed with him (Sharon and Joaquín?), the phone becoming suspiciously silent.

Bucky glanced over from the open wine to Sam.

"It just - it was there. And I. I don't know why I opened it," said Sam, flustered in a way Bucky wasn't sure he'd ever seen Sam be before.

"No. It's okay. Really. I got it for you because you like it," said Bucky assuringly, because that was true, "I'm glad you're enjoying it. I never said that you needed to share it with me."

"But I wanted to," said Sam, groaning into the bralette.

Bucky smiled at the thought of that. Of Sam wanting to share the wine with him. Sam... gestured for Bucky to come over. And Bucky did as asked of him.

How could he not if it was Sam?

The tension eased as Sam went over to the kitchen and got Bucky a glass. He handed it to Bucky, their fingers brushing as he did. Bucky poured himself a glass of wine as they sat on the couch, relaxed.

There was something nice about that. How they could be together without words. That it was so comfortable even when something so awkward happened between them.

"... You must have a few questions," mumbled Sam into his glass.

Bucky turned to Sam, their eyes locking. Bucky... poked at the furrow between Sam's brows.

"Hey. Stop worrying. You can tell me if you like, but I'm not going to push you if you don't want to," said Bucky.

Sam... made noises. He set his wine down and made more noises.

"Are you seriously going to be so sweet?" asked Sam, almost annoyed.

"Yeah. I don't want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. Only tell me if you're ready to - " Bucky started to say, but was interrupted by... lips.

Soft. Warm. Passionate and adrenaline-driven lips. On his.

Bucky melted under those lips. His eyes fluttered back open as he felt them move away.

"I like you, okay?" Sam announced to Bucky a little louder than Bucky thought Sam meant to, "I just - I really like you and I was thinking... It was so ridiculous. I was thinking I'd. Um. Wear something. And - and - "

"Seduce me?" asked Bucky, grinning, "Samuel Thomas Wilson, are you trying to seduce me?"

Sam made even more noises as he hid his face in Bucky's shoulder

"Shut up," Sam said to Bucky's shoulder.

"Hey. No. None of that," said Bucky as he pulled Sam's face back up so that he could look into Sam's eyes once more, "No. I love it."

"No. Don't say that. It's not even all set up," bemoaned Sam, "I had rose petals - "

"Rose petals?" said Bucky, curious.

"Yeah. I was going to throw them all over the floor to my room. And I was going to dim the lights. Play some Marvin Gaye. Lounge in something cute," said Sam as he stood up and paced, "I was going to organize my toys and condoms and lube - "

"You were what?" asked Bucky, trying to process it all.

"Well. I mean. It's all organized already. I have everything labeled with what it is, what it does, a little blurb about the best way to use it. You know. For efficiency's sake," explained Sam.

"Of course," said Bucky, trying not to laugh because he had fallen in love... with a dork.

Sam must have sensed it though, because he threw a corset at Bucky as he said, "Stop that. I have a very hard job with very long hours and it's nice to have a cheat sheet of labels on them in an organized area so that I know where to get what I want when I get home."

"No, I get it," said Bucky, raising his hands in surrender, "You and your adorably organized set of dildos and things should be cherished. There's room in my heart for both you and your need for a good fuck when you want it by your toy of choice."

"Thank you," said Sam, oddly flustered again, "Um. That's. You said. Heart?"

Bucky stood up, wrapping his arms around Sam. He kissed the nerd, and he could feel Sam's legs turn to jello.

"Sam, do you really think I wouldn't like you back?" asked Bucky warmly.

Sam beamed with an obnoxious confidence.

"How could you resist me? I'm amazing," said Sam.

Bucky couldn't help it. He kissed Sam again. Felt Sam's legs give out for a moment.

"Tell you what. What about I help you set it up just like you wanted, and then I walk back out of the apartment and pretend I saw nothing?" proposed Bucky.

Sam grinned.

"Okay," said Sam, stealing a kiss before moving away from Bucky's arms, "Help me out then pretend you've seen nothing. And - is this - do you like the - ?"

"Yeah. I love your very distracting thong," said Bucky as he felt his face turn crimson.

"Good," said Sam, almost running into their couch, "Good, good, good. Let's - let's get everything ready, then."

Bucky nodded as he began gathering the lingerie strewn across the living room, feeling excitement bubble inside him.

"I like you," said Bucky, glancing over at Sam.

"I like you too," said Sam, before promptly running into the coffee table.

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jonkentt · 3 years ago

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Okay, so Bee. It used to be a huge thing to have a cat on a boat. What if Sam and Bucky go to find a cat for the Paul & Darlene and end up getting two cats - Alpine and Figaro.

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“Uh…”

Sam is working on the Paul & Darlene, just like he said he would be. And Bucky’s here to help, just like he said he would. Sam doesn’t remember discussing Bucky’s addition to their plan, which he’s now holding in front of Sam like fuckin’ show-and-tell. Sam’s still waiting for the tell.

Mew!

Sam melts at the adorable sound from the tiny kitten in Bucky’s hands. He takes the little guy and cradles him against his chest. The kitten stares up at him with wide green eyes and meows again. It’s so cute and small, Sam sorta thinks he might die.

“That’s um,” Bucky clears his throat. “That’s Figaro.”

“Huh?”

“I donno.” Bucky shrugs. “Pinocchio reference?”

The little bundle in Sam’s arms is mostly black except for the white muzzle, white toes on all but one paw, and white at the very tip of his tail.

“Figaro…”

Mew!

“Yeah? What if I call you Figgy?”

Mew!

“Okay, good.”

Sam nods at the kitten and gives him a little pat on the head before handing him back to Bucky. He fits perfectly in the crook of Bucky’s elbow.

“Well. He’s real cute.”

“Yeah, uh…”

“You find him on the docks?”

“No, a um, a shelter.”

“Oh, cool.”

Bucky shifts his weight. He’s looking in too many directions to actually be watching something. Sam does a double take when he notices the blush spreading over Bucky’s cheeks.

“Sooooo you have a cat because?”

Bucky coughs. “Well, cause I—”

Mrow!

A tiny white head pops out of Bucky’s jacket where it zips in the middle. Sam snorts with laughter. Bucky looks at Sam. Sam looks at Bucky.

“Um this—this is Alpine. She’s—”

Sam watches with amusement as Alpine claws up to Bucky’s shoulder and shoves her wet nose in his ear. Bucky carefully nudges her face away without knocking her from her perch. Alpine is all white and when she looks at Sam, it’s with one green eye and one blue.

“They came together,” Bucky says, as if that explains why he has two kittens.

“Of course.”

Sam can’t help grinning as Alpine makes her way across Bucky’s shoulders to crouch above Figaro and reach a paw towards him. Fig stretches up to meet her and they touch noses before going back to their respective places. Bucky letting himself be a cat tree is stupidly endearing and Sam could watch this all day.

“Cats are good luck!” Bucky says confidently. “On boats, that is. Especially good luck to have a cat. On a boat.”

Alpine helpfully inputs another mrow! and Bucky nods an affirmative. Sam bites down on his lip to keep from laughing.

“The navy used to keep em.”

“And you know this because…?”

“I dated a guy, right outta school, who wanted to be in the navy.”

Sam raises his eyebrows and waits for Bucky to say he has a thing for sailors.

“So, uh, anyway.”

The blush returns to Bucky’s cheeks and Sam can admit to himself that it makes him feel some things.

“Since this boat is so important to you, I thought it should have some luck.”

“Wait, wait. This boat?”

Bucky nods and tries to look casual about it.

“My family’s boat? That is not in any shape or form remotely like a navy vessel?”

Bucky’s blush deepens. Both kittens are now restless and climbing all over him. He keeps moving his arms and leaning from side to side to accommodate them.

“You like cats!” Bucky reasons.

“I do,” Sam laughs. “But I’m not keeping two kittens on my boat!”

“Aw, but Sam!”

Bucky gets a hold of both Fig and Alpine. They’re so small, he can have one in each hand. He holds them on either side of his face and pouts. He makes big sad eyes at Sam as the kittens squirm, tiny legs flailing, and even keeps a straight face when Alpine sticks her paw in his eye.

Sam didn’t have much resolve to begin with but the rest dissolves embarrassingly fast. Bucky beams at him as Sam reaches for the kittens. Alpine immediately wriggles out of his grasp and climbs onto Sam’s shoulder. Fig is content to knead his bicep. Bucky looks immensely pleased with himself.

“Alright, I’ll take one of ‘em.” It’s not even hard for Sam to say. He scritches Fig’s little cheeks and laughs when he feels a cold nose in his ear.

“Yes!”

“But I can’t take both!”

“Ah, well, about that…” Bucky rubs the back of his neck and actually looks a little guilty. Sam frowns.

“What? You weren’t gonna keep em if I said no?”

“No, I was! Or, well, initially I was just gonna get one but then…”

Bucky snatches Alpine out of the air when she leaps off Sam’s shoulder. He tucks her back into his jacket despite her cries for freedom. A lump moves up Bucky’s chest till she sticks her head out Bucky’s collar and cries right in his ear. Sam giggles at the pained expression on Bucky’s face. He’s had this cat for maybe a few hours and already looks like a tired dad.

“This one, in fact.” Bucky scratches her chin until she’s happily purring under his jacket. “But when I took Alpine, she started wailing like the fuckin’ world was ending! And the staff explained she hated being away from Figaro.”

Bucky smiles despite himself and pets Fig’s head where he’s happily curled against Sam’s chest.

“So I brought him out but then we could both hear Alpine pouring her soul out, and Fig just gave me these big sad eyes and I couldn’t— I couldn’t do it, Sam!”

“Wow.”

“What?”

“Wooooow.”

“What! You woulda separated them?”

“You got conned by a cat, Bucky. That lil gremlin is gonna be ordering you around, havin’ her food on a golden cat dish!”

“I know,” Bucky laments. Sam snickers and shakes his head.

“You’re hopeless.”

“I know!”

“He’s hopeless!” Sam says to Fig. “Lucky for him, he’s got the coolest partner in the game, who’s gonna help him figure out his kitten caboodle.”

Bucky laughs as Sam continues to tell Fig about Bucky’s shortcomings. Like how he can’t for the life of him pull food out of the oven on time. Fig gets bored and starts chewing on Sam’s finger. When Sam looks back at his partner, Bucky’s got a real soft expression on his face. There’s so much love in his eyes, it makes Sam’s heart stutter.

They spend the afternoon playing with Fig and Alpine, getting zero work done on the boat. They’re nothing but trouble. At one point, Sam has to talk Alpine down from the roof of the cabin. Bucky works himself into a tizzy thinking he lost Fig until a tiny paw shoots out from behind a crate to grab Bucky’s shoelace. They watch the pair of furballs chase each other and tumble around in a mess of black and white fur. Bucky fetches some take-out for himself and Sam, and brings back a box of supplies he got for the cats. The little ones munch away at their kibbles as Bucky and Sam giggle at around mouthfuls of food. They all end up on the bench in the cabin, tired and content. Alpine is sprawled out with her paws in the air. Fig is purring loudly where he’s curled up on Sam’s lap.

“Can’t believe you brought me kittens, Bucky,” Sam says into the cozy quiet between them. He smiles at the rumbling mound of black fur and brushes his finger over a tiny paw. “What has gotten into you?” he teases.

“I can, uh,” Bucky rubs the back of his neck. “If you don’t wanna keep ‘em, that’s alright, I’ll find good homes—”

Sam gasps and cups his hand over Fig’s little ears.

“I didn’t say that!” He looks down at Fig who has definitely fallen asleep. “Wouldn’t dream of sayin’ that,” he whispers urgently. “You and I belong together, Figgy.” Sam grins up at Bucky and his teasing melts into softness. “Just curious what you were thinkin’, that’s all.”

Bucky busies himself folding and unfolding the corner of the blanket that Alpine is stretched across. Sam can just make out the pink coloring his cheeks in the dim light.

“Well, I thought that,” Bucky starts carefully. “I thought you should have something… soft. If you wanted it.” Bucky’s eyes meet Sam’s for the briefest moment. “You should have things that make you happy. That are just yours. And I thought Fig might…”

“…Buck?”

Bucky swallows thickly. He doesn’t look away from where he’s smoothing the tip of Alpine’s tail. Sam maneuvers Fig closer and then scoops Alpine into his lap as well. She meows once in protest and then cuddles right into Fig. Sam scoots himself over till he’s pressed into Bucky’s side. He lays his head on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I have things that make me happy,” Sam murmurs. He reaches for Bucky’s hand and twines their fingers together. “You make me happy.”

“I wish that were true,” Bucky whispers so quiet Sam’s not sure he’s meant to hear it. He lifts his head.

“Hey, lookit me.” Bucky dutifully forces his gaze to meet Sam’s. “Just cause you’re a pain in the ass doesn’t mean you can’t make me happy too. Wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true.”

“I’ve said a lot of things that weren’t true to you, Sam.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Bucky chews on his lip, stares intently at a point over Sam’s shoulder but doesn’t fully turn away. The silence is broken by a squeak as Alpine yawns, and the click of her teeth when her jaw snaps closed again. Sam strokes the kitten’s head with his thumb. When he looks back up at Bucky, those baby blues are burning with an intensity Sam can’t read.

“Is that what you wanted to say to me, Buck?”

Bucky shakes his head. Sam nods to mean well, go on.

When Bucky still doesn’t say anything, Sam sighs.

“Man, I’m literally holding your hand right now and cuddling the cutest kittens I’ve ever seen and we’re in pink sunset lighting. What better set up do you need to tell me—”

His question is cut off by the press of Bucky’s lips.

Bucky kisses so softly and tastes so sweet, Sam melts into it with a sigh. He kisses back just as soft before curling his hand around Bucky’s neck and pulling him closer. A sound escapes Bucky, a hum of wanting. He scoots closer still and leans into Sam, tips Sam’s head back just a little. Their kisses are warm and new and earnest.

Mrow!

They look down at Alpine’s protest to find her being squished between Figaro and Bucky’s thigh. Bucky moves out of her space and Sam laughs.

“Sorry, this seat is taken and they’re cuter than you.”

Bucky gets his arm under Sam’s knees and hoists him and the kittens into his lap which just makes Sam laugh more. He wraps an arm around Bucky’s shoulders while the other curls around the little bundles asleep on his thighs. Bucky beams at Sam like it’s the best day of his whole goddam life.

“Don’t get any ideas in you cyborg brain about man-handling me. I’m only letting you get away with this cause I don’t wanna disturb the kids.”

“Uh-huh.”

“No, I mean it, Buck. I can see you gettin’ ideas!”

“It’s not gonna be my fault if one of the cats falls asleep on you again!”

“You can’t use the cats to cuddle me.”

“Oh, I’m definitely going to.”

Sam laughs. “I see, this was your plan all along! Had nothin’ to do with keepin’ good luck or whatever.”

“Well—”

“Shut up, man.”

Sam leans down to kiss Bucky again and he’s enveloped in the warmth of strong arms and little furballs.

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